Christmas with the family...: Lestrade x ReaderYour mother had insisted all three of her children return home for Christmas, also that they could bring friends. What she didn’t plan for was the amount of people coming. You loved your mother dearly and loved visiting her, and both your brothers loved her. Mycroft and Sherlock were both guilt tripped into attending by a lengthy conversation on the phone with both your mother and father. Thus six people were shoved into a small car, your brother Mycroft opted to drive to avoid being squished against another human being. Sherlock took the seat opposite the driver for much the same reason. This left John, Mary, Greg your boyfriend and you to squish into the back. John took one seat as did Mary, you offered her the seat as she was pregnant and didn’t need to be thrown around sitting on her husband’s knee. This left you, perched on Greg’s lap, causing him to smirk happily. So the journey was spent in minor discomfort. Once the car stopped everyone threw themsMore Like This
Ice - Mycroft x Reader (Chapter One)Mycroft Holmes was a busy man. He was constantly working, protecting the citizens of Britain and even though he only claimed to hold a ‘minor position’ everyone who knew him knew better than that.More Like This
Mycroft’s life was surrounded by threats so much so that on occasion he would almost fear for his life. So when it came to you, the one thing that could thaw the heart of the ice-man, he wanted to keep you separate from his work as much as possible. He wanted to keep you safe and protected and innocent from the things he heard and saw.
However that proved harder and harder as your relationship became more serious: and now, Mycroft was internally going out of his mind while he maintained a calm façade.
You should have been home an hour ago.
For most relationships this would seem controlling, but you knew enough about Mycroft’s work to understand his reason to fret about you. So the fact that you hadn’t returned home or, after checking, had actually been see
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“I need Binton's file as well as the files of all his friends and his immediate family,” Sherlock dictated quickly to the timid coroner. As soon as Molly turned around to gather what he had asked her for, he let his eyes follow her. He knew the depths of her affection towards him but he didn’t understand it.
Sherlock tried to look away, but found that for some reason he couldn’t, so he let his mind analyze her.
Coroner, obviously, nervous, hasn’t had coffee this morning…
“Sherlock,” John’s voice tugged at him but couldn’t pull him out of his thoughts.
“Sherlock!” The detective turned at the rising of John’s voice to see that his sleeve was on fire; when he was watching Molly, he must have let the singeing torch get too close to his shirt. He stared at it for a moment.
Then quickly, he sort of flailed forward, shoved his arm into the nearest sink and turned on the water. The fire went out, and Sherlock sat ba